For the past 5 years I've been hosting teams in the inner city of Toronto and watching as they serve at shelters and soup kitchens. Our times on the streets are rich and I find myself alone and watching from the margins as inner city life passes in front of me.

A man sits on the street with a sign that asks for spare change and has a blessing on it for those who respond. A woman sits with her dog, bundled up well and gently asks people passing by for any spare money. 100s and 1000s of people walk the streets passing panhandlers and responding in so many different ways, some with disdain, some curiosity, some not seeing and others digging into their pockets and offering a little change in response.

As I stand quietly and watch, I am concerned about the state of our culture that allows human beings to live this way. I understand but deep down in my soul, I don't. Something is amiss.

Hoping for change in the future, encouraging others to see the humanity around them I continue to be watching from the margins...